She turned off the lantern and then they were both in darkness. Listening to the rain on the roof of the cabin. Daryl was cold. Not terribly cold, but cold enough. The blankets they’d found were shitty scratchy ones, the kind you’d use in emergencies, nothing you’d sleep with by choice. He thought, almost lovingly, of his own bunk back at the prison, with the piles of random blankets they’d accumulated, in runs and in searching through the grounds. How much warmer it was. But he’d never spent a night in his bunk with Carol being so short and pissed off right across from him.
Categories: Season 3/4 Interlude
Warnings: Sexual Situations
Chapters: 3 Completed: Yes
Word count: 9363 Read: 3153
Published: June 26, 2014 Updated: July 01, 2014